Summary

"You can't tell me Young Lion was enough of an idiot to agree," Yamamoto says.

Reborn snorts. "When the Ninth asks, you answer."

There's a moment of silence between them, as well as an unspoken, "Or else." The assassin-on-vacation – because there is no such thing as "retirement" in the mafia – sighs. "I am not his guardian; I don't speak for him."

It's the best that he's going to get right now and Reborn knows this. He tilts the rim of his fedora to the man anyway, in a mirror image of what he'd given the brat's actual blood parent. "For starters, that's enough. Ciaossu."

― Chapter 6: 01. derailed plans left careening in our wake

Reincarnation is not always a blessing. A butterfly beats its wings, and a hurricane forms halfway around the world.

(Or, What would happen if Sawada Tsunayoshi had an older sibling figure to look up to and be tutored by years before a certain Sun Arcobaleno showed up in Namimori?)